Yesterday Ryan decided not to nap, which means he wakes up Sean too. Around 2 p.m. I had tears welling up in my eyes (mostly from being insanely tired), but I knew there was nothing I could do. No sense in crying over it since that won't change anything.
Thankfully I got the medicine I needed about an hour later. Pat called. I hadn't heard from him in a couple of days, and that usually starts to affect my mood. After hearing his voice I feel stronger. He gives me strength to face my challenges and keeps me sane. I do not know what I would do without him.
And as an added bonus after he called I finally got Sean to nap again.
A little update on Pat is that he still is not where he is going. You may be wondering why it is taking so darn long for him to get there. The reason they are taking their time is that there really isn't much of a place for his unit to go. He is part of the "surge" and there are no facilities built up for his unit. They will definitely be roughing it for quite a while over there. And when I say roughing it, I'm meaning no real bathroom facilities, no dining facility, no laundry, limited showering, etc. It will be a different experience from his previous two deployments in that respect.
Today the kids and I are hanging out, maybe cleaning up the house a bit, and then going to a mom's BBQ in a local park. I don't know many of these moms, but it gets the kids out of the house and passes away another lonely Saturday.